Work hard, play hard .. playing catch up:

So much to do .. projects to get done, events to go to, family and great friends to see and get caught up with, especially now that the windows are open once again and the neighborhood has once again come alive! Sadly, there never seems to be enough time to just let it all soak in and fully enjoy.

But we try.

In an effort to get somewhat caught up on posts without having to write two weeks worth:

First official week of summer. 6th grade here we come! Downtime for my daughter means coming home to concoctions in the refrigerator that are unidentifiable but that she says she wants to eat. Friends high school/college graduation parties. Family graduation parties, too. Family gatherings. Time at the River. Gigs. Practicing guitar. Catching up with old friends. Work. Camps. Catching up on meetings. Taking on new projects. Wrapping up old ones. Watering the garden. Trying to fit in a workout. Time in the backyard with the neighbors. Chasing my dog back home. Time with the Cowboy. Time with his kids. More gigs. Seeing my daughter off to camp (she’s so excited, more to come on that mañana).

Getting back to church. Special projects at work. Golf events in the name of good causes. 90+ degree heat. No air conditioning at home. Father’s Day bbq. Farmers Market. New phone. Not liking new phone. Trying to figure out how to get photos off new phone. Trying to find time to take new phone back and return for another new, different phone. Trying to fit in another workout (longer than the one before because I didn’t leave enough time for a good hearty one that’ll work off the beer I so enjoy having, especially on a hot summer night). Looking for the right wedding dress. Telling family/close friends that I’d prefer hear from me that I’m getting married .. that I’m getting remarried. Still trying to find the right wedding dress in part, because I don’t really want a wedding dress. Just a nice dress that I can wear again that won’t cost me really much at all if anything. In fact, my favorite choice so far is an awesome crocheted piece I got at a resale shop a couple years ago now for $10. I digress .. Tonight, conversations with the Cowboy centered around trying to find just the right bible versus for what will be a very quiet, simple ceremony, while having a glass of chilled white wine. Which means, I need to fit in a workout tomorrow morning before leaving early for work and a day of shoots for the upcoming month of sweeps. That’s my deal with myself. I can have a beer or a glass of wine as long as I get in a run at some point during the day. How’s that for a pact. The pounds, as some of you know when you age, don’t come off as easily as they used to .. so I’d rather not get incredibly far behind. Or I’ll develop a big behind. Not that there’s anything wrong with that ….

The Cowboy’s daughter said to me this weekend as we were all doing cartwheels on the Capital lawn during the Farmer’s Market .. ‘not too bad for a 40 year old!’. “Gee, thanks” I told her, trying to act frustrated but could hardly keep back from laughing.

(last couple weeks cont.) .. oh yeah, few more things to add and then feeling more caught up. Also been consumed with Root beer. Ice cream. Kayaking out on the lake amongst all the weeds. Stand Up Paddleboarding with a woman I absolutely adore. Trying to figure out how to do yoga on a paddle board. Wine after paddle boarding. Finding a bike in the lake while climbing a tree. Larry who’s not really Larry but who was awesome at helping my daughter pull seaweed out of the tires of the bike and clean it off so that we could put it in a friends car (the paddle boarder!). Which reminds me, need to go pick that up. Note to self.

Tying up out of control tomato branches so rest of garden can breathe. Fans in the window again. And again. Sunflowers on the table. Conversations about faith and family and doing what’s best. Or what we believe is best. Making tough decisions. Keeping those close to the vest for now. Talking with a friend who’s mother’s cancer is progressing. Madison Children’s Museum. Making soap. Not going to the Union. Birth father stopping by and getting to better know some of my half siblings (who are just incredible kids). Raspberry pie. And shortly .. will be putting shoes by the door so I can boogie on another quick run in the morning and not spend time trying to figure out where I last left one or both of them. Or do I just get on the road to today’s golf outing. Love that someone came up with the idea to get people to golf to support great causes.

About Carleen Wild

Journalist. Communications consultant. Photographer. Helping you share your story in a way that is meaningful to you as a person or for your business. Wife. Mom. Wisconsin transplant to South Dakota trying not to get swept away in crazy massive winds of Great Plains. Missing delicious cheese and great local brews.